Pursuit of the Truth

boom!

In the area where the wind is full of strong wind blades, as the body is torn apart, there are many fragments flying out of the body. These fragments quickly converge in midair and become Su Ming. The figure.

Su Ming took a few steps and looked pale and looked back at the broken body behind him.

"You are the seventh deity to kill after I left the fire red star." Su Ming blinked, his body's power was vigorous, and these forces continued to spread in his body. Originally, his cultivation was impossible. The power of these boundaries exists, they will dissipate on their own.

The technique of emptiness and shadowing that can be taught by Chi Huo Hou is extremely powerful. In fact, the life and the body are trapped, and the power of all the devours is locked in the body, so that they can not dissipate, but only accumulate more.

"Cultivating the emptiness of the emptiness method will result in nine saturations. Each saturation means that you will face a robbery. If you smash it, you can break through.

I look at the power of your body, you need to devour ten more respects, you should be able to reach the first degree of saturation, by that time, your body will reach the critical point of the sky repair, touch the wall barrier.

If you can break through, then your body will enter the world. "The voice of Chi Huo Hou echoed in Su Ming's heart, and Su Ming shook his body and disappeared into the sea of ​​wind, galloping toward the next target.

"Where is it, where are you?"

"Come out, hide in the wind and only know you who are attacking, don't you dare to come out!"

"Come out!!" A voice whispered in this sea of ​​wind, after the death of nearly a hundred people, this group of monks chasing the wind, there are many desires to shake off the desire to leave.

But almost everyone who wants to leave can't escape.

As if the wanted person, in this windy sea like a cruel snake, staring at everyone, as soon as there is a trace of slack, he will immediately kill.

The screaming rumor made the majority of the monks in this place full of horror. Already... there have been too many deaths, and even the world has died. This is even more so that the monks in the wind and sea, the minds of chasing Su Ming have been shaken.

"It has been almost two hours. I didn't even meet him once. He not only has the magic weapon of teleportation, but also the means to explore other people." In the wind, an old man in purple. Frowning and walking. Every time he walks, he is almost a hundred feet. At this speed, he can never find Su Ming half-time figure in two hours.

The only explanation. That is, the other party can know where they are in advance.

"Interesting, I want to see when you can hide." This old man is the only one of the chasers who reminded Su Ming of the chasing.

His power. From the performance of Jingnanzi in the past, some traces can be seen. After all, Jingnanzi is a mid-term monk.

Just as Su Ming continued to kill, hundreds of people who rushed into the sea before two hours died more than a hundred. The rest of the people gave birth to a moment to escape, suddenly the sky roared and reverberated.

With the roaring of the roar, there was another road that Changhong appeared in the sky and went straight to the sea of ​​the sea. This is the second wave of the pursuit of Su Ming in the Western Star Field, nearly five hundred Changhong. There were more than forty people in the early days of the world.

The sound of the air broke through the entire Tianbaoxing, and the arrival of more than 500 people made the earth and the sea vibrate violently, seemingly to collapse.

"Haha, finally arrived in time, this wanted person has not been killed, this reward. It is mine!"

"I can persist until now, this person is not a ground repair, but this time he did not have the possibility of surviving, it is ... who is in the hands of death!" More than five hundred Changhong whistling, in a voice. Directly into the wind and sea.

boom!

The violent sounds vibrate all directions, letting the earth wind and the wind. At this moment, I paused, apparently under the pressure of more than 500 people.

The people in the Fenghai who were feared by Su Ming’s fears now no longer flee, but blink of their eyes, turn their direction, and rejoin the ranks of the pursuers.

"The ignorance of the Red Fire Hou has an hour of time. Since there is another batch, then... let me kill a happy one." Su Ming's eyes are red, and the body disappears again in this wind.

After a while, a scream screamed again in the wind, and the screams came one after another. But when Su Ming met, all of them could not escape, Su Ming simply ignored the boundaries. His goals were mostly Put it on those days.

The hundred and thirteenth, one hundred and forty-four, one hundred and fifteen!

Booming.

The wind and sea scrolled, and some areas showed signs of collapse. Su Ming went backwards, his mouth overflowed with blood, and three people quickly chased him not far away.

The atmosphere of the world has completely erupted, and these three people are all bounds.

But the moment when the three of them were approaching and blocking the siege of Su Ming, Su Ming sneered in the ripples of the body and disappeared.

The three circles looked gloomy, and the three men did not say that they quickly dispersed and looked again.

So far from the location of a thousand feet, Su Ming flashed out, his eyes flashed, and galloped in the other direction.

One hundred fifty-two, one hundred fifty-seven, one hundred and sixty-three! The head flies, and all the people killed by Su Ming, both men and women have the same characteristics.

First, the screams before death are extremely fierce.

Second, even if the body is divided, but the human head is there, scattered in many places in the wind sea, Fenghai can roll up their bodies, but can not roll their heads.

Because in their heads, there is the cultivation of Su Ming left to guard.

Su Ming has already killed his eyes. His sword is screaming, his long gun is rumbling the blood of others, and his clothes are completely red.

"This war, I want you to know the cost of chasing Su Mo!"

"This battle, I will win!"

Su Ming Yang Tian screamed, his voice spread throughout the Feng Shai, but also spread his meaning of challenge, fighting all the monks here.

The sound of this singer was heard by the six or seven hundred monks at the moment in the wind, and they also felt the warfare from Su Ming’s sorrow. This war, the earth-shattering, let the whistling of this windy sea seem to follow. Hey together.

The sky is dim, but in this darkness, under the sigh of Su Ming, the 163 people he killed before, everyone’s head is at this moment, from the wind to the sky.

A person's head, a different face, a full of awkward look, a strong atmosphere of death, from this one hundred and sixty people, a strong explosion.

Those heads fluttered in the air, and under the control of Su Ming’s cultivation, these people’s heads were rolled up in this wind and sea, forming a hurricane.

This hurricane whistling and spinning, there is no earth-shattering momentum, no majesty to change the color of the sky, but the hurricane composed of 163 heads of people constantly rotating, there is a person who sees everything, The heart is shocked, and the breath is one of the **** shocks! !

This is shocking, it is the shock of Chi Lulu, and it is Su Ming’s impact on these chasers from the heart.

He is telling everyone that he Su Ming has killed 163 people in this sea of ​​winds, and these people are just the beginning and will continue, as long as... they continue.

"This...this...nearly two hundred people, he actually killed so many people!"

"That is Chen Fu, he is a respectable, but he was not killed!!"

"One hundred and sixty-three heads, including three of them, what is this person doing."

The sound of stunned sounds came out from the wind, and the six or seven hundred people looked at the sky in a hurricane. The mind was at the same time, but it was a reverence for Su Ming who did all this.

"The murderer, Mosu!" A low-pitched resounding resounding world, that is the voice of Su Ming, his voice spread all over the place, blended with the whistling of the head hurricane, and when it spreads, gives a sticky If bloodyness covers the illusion of the whole body.

"Mosu, he is called Mosu."

"This is the man who is wanted by the four real worlds, and his life is ink!"

"This person must be a respectable person. Otherwise, it is impossible to do this. If you escape from this battle, his reputation must be spread throughout the Western Stars." The wind and sea echoed.

In a corner, wearing a purple robe, repaired to reach the middle of the middle of the old man, he looked up at the sky, the head of the wind, the first time in the look of dignity, he was just angry, but now it is a shock .

In the wind and sea, those who have been repaired into the realm of the world, each one looks gloomy, they do not care how many days of death, can see the heads of the three worlds in the hurricane, they are all silent.

They have to accept the fact that this person who is wanted by the four real worlds is very strong and very strong!

"Even if it is very strong, he is a person after all!"

"Yes, it has already reached this point, there is no possibility of retreating. The four real worlds have a reward for the difficulty. If you miss this time, I don’t know how many years will come again."

"And he kills a lot of people, but he respects only three people, so it is not so easy to kill him."

"Find him, kill him, change the reward!"

"kill!"

Nearly 70 denominations scattered in this sea of ​​winds, most of them chose to continue, they started full speed and went straight to the direction of Su Ming’s voice.

However, those days of repairs were shaken by Su Ming’s crazy killings, especially in the hurricane of the sky, the heads of more than one hundred blood Linlin, let all of them choose to retreat.

This is not the battle they can participate in, and the Mexicans are not the creations they can acquire.

Before they came, they were surprised and didn't know. At this moment, they were scared and shocked. The price in the middle was heavy enough to keep them in mind while remembering a **** name.

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